For life? Give it up…for life.
This Little Alight of Mine
In alight of God unearth
That day may show up
When I offer up
These poems
A bask it know longer
Covering this little alight
Of mine
A treasure of gems dropped
In obscurity
Soully to be found
As real eyes mete
Concrete and steal
Of a brutalizing whirled
Awe ways standing
In concert with hearts singing
Billed as stories
Of sky scrapers caste a bout
And awe tolled
I was hear
How ever list in
And take in aback
Soully wanting
Solid-heir-ity
With those presente
And a future worth living
